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6-APB / 5-MEO-DALT / Cannabis - EXPERIENCED - "Let the Buzz Find the Groove"
6-APB / 5-MEO-DALT / Cannabis - THE "EXPERIENCED" TRIP REPORT - "Let the Buzz Find the Groove"
This trip report has been compiled from live notes, cleaned up, and is here for everyone's enjoyment and information.
Age: 40
Weight: 185 lbs / 84 kg
Male
4/30/2013
11:10 PM GMT
DOSED: 200mg capsule of 6-APB powder (light tan, powdered with some larger small pebble sized chunks) swallowed.
5/1/2013
0:40 AM GMT
I am in the midst of that nasty comeup. Trying to find a comfortable place to wait it out. But it's a very physical come-up. Pacing, walking around, many trips to the bathroom, to spit, to eliminate...
0:48 AM GMT.
Guys and gals: it's just like shrooms. You get that nauseated feeling (every time) and then you're going to want to spit spit spit... And then you get that violent retch, for me, always about an hour and a half to two hours afterward. Immediately after that retch, (to steal from another guy's post from some other article) "the buzz finds the groove."
And now it has. And the nausea fades, and as it does the nystagmus begins. The jaw movement. The tongue lashing. lol
As I lay on the bed, under the covers, I find myself "swimming" as I move my arms in a breast stroke. The feeling of my skin on the clean linens is wonderful.
1:02 AM GMT.
Before I forget, I want to point out that through the entire come up, there is this bile that builds in the back of the mouth, near the throat. It must be cleared. Also, I find that I cannot stand light, and even the brightness of the computer monitor before me is quite aggravating.
For whatever reason, I notice a unique body odor after using this chemical. I think it's from my body forcing out toxins (mostly acids). I think I may jump in the shower for a second time. Especially since it marks exactly 2 hours since I swallowed the capsule.
1:44 AM GMT.
The bath was therapeutic. Warm water. No soap. Gently treat the body's largest organ to a very neutral and relaxing tonic.
Then laying on the bed, face down. BrEathing deep. Imagining a gentle massage. Letting everything go. Breathe in. Breathe out. Healthy. Got the crazy tracers going on and the rainbow diffusion off of bright objects.
I have never used DMT, but from the experience reports, I have come to call this stage of the 6-APB trip the "DMT stage." Visuals are pronounced. Eyes want to close, really, maybe to get away from the visuals? My headspace is much like our friend Tryptamine Bunny always advises: "let go and simply experience."
I think that if I were in the massage industry, I would market serotonin & dopamine massage.
I should note that as of yet, I have hardly noticed any sexual stimulation at all. Bloodflow is amazing right now, too.
1:57 AM GMT.
So calm a sense of peace. Imagined someone running their fingers gently across the skin on my face, combing through my hair. (OH boy, yellow really stands out right now.)
Satriani's "Echo" is playing, and I can't think of a more beautiful song to exemplify how I am feeling right now. Or maybe it's the song that is making me feel this way?
OK now it's time for visualizations on media player to go along with the music.
2:06 AM GMT.
Now I'm getting sexually stimulated. And right with that notion, I realize that I'm starting to sweat, and that it is hard for me to follow the words that I am currently typing.
2:21 AM GMT.
Extrasensory on sound, extrasensory on touch. Extrasensory on light, too, as I pointed out earlier. I wonder how taste is affected? I don't feel like eating anything though. My jaw, when in that middle state of being relaxed and tensed, wants to quiver--but now that I am thinking about it, it has stopped completely.
I wonder what my body temp is. Feels like it must be high high high. My thermometer must be broken. Reading 94.1 F at the left ear canal, and the right canal won't read at all.
Interestingly enough, my right eye is dilated to infinitum, my left looks pretty normal. Well it did. Now it's dilated like crazy.
2:45 AM GMT.
Oh my God. Here's what it comes down to: we're all running around, sweating, dancing, reading, testing, resting, fuzzy and sharp, and my urine glows with yellow B-vitamin goodness. and attention!! There is work to be done!
3:06 AM GMT.
Music's ended. Silence. No visualizations. Just the sound of the computer's cooling fans whizzing away, and the sound of terrible wind in my ears. I am absolutely spaced out. I'm on the other side, but having passed through, I am changed. Everything imploded then exploded and like a teardrop in reverse.
So I looked that particular line up, because I liked it. And I found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt7K5NGeTEo And it's pretty cool. I guess.
I was really cold, so I had turned up the thermostat, and turned on the furnace. But, only a few minutes later, and I'm sweating again.
3:38 AM GMT.
Yeah so it's only been like twenty minutes since I last wrote this stuff, and I'm in a totally different headspace now than I was a minute ago.
OK, here's why:
DOSED: approx (did not weigh) 50mg 5-MEO-DALT powder, smoked
DOSED: approx (did not weigh) 350mg Cannabis, (OG Kush) smoked
Ten minutes ago I smoked some marijuana mixed with 5-meo-dalt. It brought me to attention, albeit I'm kind of, at least physically, wonked out. Mentally, I feel sharp. So long as I can keep a connection between my mind and my fingers, then communication will continue. Soon enough, all that remains is the sound of an echo, a decay, that never really ever stops.
3:47 AM GMT.
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3:58 AM GMT.
I've been thinking about that, and I swear that I typed that yesterday. OK, this is a fantastic combination. My face is locked in a half-snarl half-smile, but inside I'm as cheerful as a leprechaun in the land of one million rainbows, and to think that I invented all of it. Even you.
4:09 AM GMT.
Very LSD-like right now. Sinus pressure changes, back pain, skeletal pain in general. colors...so rich the colors I want to spell them colours. They are so rich and vibrant and multi-hue-onic. Man. Oh, right before I started typing these words I took another hit from the mix. The 5-meo-dalt must be effective submilligram, coz there couldn't have been much left after the first time, but... woah. Sure enough.
4:28 AM GMT.
I came to the crushing realization, the fact upon which all other facts depend: it's a chemical love machine, and you can drive it.
4:36 AM GMT.
Or crash it if you aren't careful.... yikes! (after third hit from the mix)
4:41 AM GMT.
I've been listening to that Massive Attack Teardrop in Reverse and watching that video. I had it paused and it was morphing before my eyes, and I was able to see it all for what it is.
4:45 AM GMT.
Ahhh! Nyet! Stop clenching your jaw, damn it! My neck and back are in serious need of relaxation. If I wasn't out of Etizolam I would definitely take one right now.
WOW. The original version... I was spellbound that someone was tripping harder than me that day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s
5:24 AM GMT.
THC coming on in, as with some beers. And let me tell you. These are some of the coolest visuals, too. I can pretty much do anything, and it's just so cool.
5:58 AM GMT.
: I laugh as I swallow tasty morsels of marinated pork : I resolve to be the sheriff of this new land, and I will begin by LEAVING YOU ALONE : This new land of Abanado. :
Just Mad Genius, Is All
Put on Django (after having got the idea somewhere on Bluelight some time ago), that great 1966 western that's just bad ass. Fell asleep about halfway through. Four hours later and I'm feeling somewhat good. A little groggy. Coffee and a cap of ethylphenidate and I'll be ready for work.
6-APB / 5-MEO-DALT / Cannabis - THE "EXPERIENCED" TRIP REPORT - "Let the Buzz Find the Groove"
This trip report has been compiled from live notes, cleaned up, and is here for everyone's enjoyment and information.
Age: 40
Weight: 185 lbs / 84 kg
Male
4/30/2013
11:10 PM GMT
DOSED: 200mg capsule of 6-APB powder (light tan, powdered with some larger small pebble sized chunks) swallowed.
5/1/2013
0:40 AM GMT
I am in the midst of that nasty comeup. Trying to find a comfortable place to wait it out. But it's a very physical come-up. Pacing, walking around, many trips to the bathroom, to spit, to eliminate...
0:48 AM GMT.
Guys and gals: it's just like shrooms. You get that nauseated feeling (every time) and then you're going to want to spit spit spit... And then you get that violent retch, for me, always about an hour and a half to two hours afterward. Immediately after that retch, (to steal from another guy's post from some other article) "the buzz finds the groove."
And now it has. And the nausea fades, and as it does the nystagmus begins. The jaw movement. The tongue lashing. lol
As I lay on the bed, under the covers, I find myself "swimming" as I move my arms in a breast stroke. The feeling of my skin on the clean linens is wonderful.
1:02 AM GMT.
Before I forget, I want to point out that through the entire come up, there is this bile that builds in the back of the mouth, near the throat. It must be cleared. Also, I find that I cannot stand light, and even the brightness of the computer monitor before me is quite aggravating.
For whatever reason, I notice a unique body odor after using this chemical. I think it's from my body forcing out toxins (mostly acids). I think I may jump in the shower for a second time. Especially since it marks exactly 2 hours since I swallowed the capsule.
1:44 AM GMT.
The bath was therapeutic. Warm water. No soap. Gently treat the body's largest organ to a very neutral and relaxing tonic.
Then laying on the bed, face down. BrEathing deep. Imagining a gentle massage. Letting everything go. Breathe in. Breathe out. Healthy. Got the crazy tracers going on and the rainbow diffusion off of bright objects.
I have never used DMT, but from the experience reports, I have come to call this stage of the 6-APB trip the "DMT stage." Visuals are pronounced. Eyes want to close, really, maybe to get away from the visuals? My headspace is much like our friend Tryptamine Bunny always advises: "let go and simply experience."
I think that if I were in the massage industry, I would market serotonin & dopamine massage.
I should note that as of yet, I have hardly noticed any sexual stimulation at all. Bloodflow is amazing right now, too.
1:57 AM GMT.
So calm a sense of peace. Imagined someone running their fingers gently across the skin on my face, combing through my hair. (OH boy, yellow really stands out right now.)
Satriani's "Echo" is playing, and I can't think of a more beautiful song to exemplify how I am feeling right now. Or maybe it's the song that is making me feel this way?
OK now it's time for visualizations on media player to go along with the music.
2:06 AM GMT.
Now I'm getting sexually stimulated. And right with that notion, I realize that I'm starting to sweat, and that it is hard for me to follow the words that I am currently typing.
2:21 AM GMT.
Extrasensory on sound, extrasensory on touch. Extrasensory on light, too, as I pointed out earlier. I wonder how taste is affected? I don't feel like eating anything though. My jaw, when in that middle state of being relaxed and tensed, wants to quiver--but now that I am thinking about it, it has stopped completely.
I wonder what my body temp is. Feels like it must be high high high. My thermometer must be broken. Reading 94.1 F at the left ear canal, and the right canal won't read at all.
Interestingly enough, my right eye is dilated to infinitum, my left looks pretty normal. Well it did. Now it's dilated like crazy.
2:45 AM GMT.
Oh my God. Here's what it comes down to: we're all running around, sweating, dancing, reading, testing, resting, fuzzy and sharp, and my urine glows with yellow B-vitamin goodness. and attention!! There is work to be done!
3:06 AM GMT.
Music's ended. Silence. No visualizations. Just the sound of the computer's cooling fans whizzing away, and the sound of terrible wind in my ears. I am absolutely spaced out. I'm on the other side, but having passed through, I am changed. Everything imploded then exploded and like a teardrop in reverse.
So I looked that particular line up, because I liked it. And I found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt7K5NGeTEo And it's pretty cool. I guess.
I was really cold, so I had turned up the thermostat, and turned on the furnace. But, only a few minutes later, and I'm sweating again.
3:38 AM GMT.
Yeah so it's only been like twenty minutes since I last wrote this stuff, and I'm in a totally different headspace now than I was a minute ago.
OK, here's why:
DOSED: approx (did not weigh) 50mg 5-MEO-DALT powder, smoked
DOSED: approx (did not weigh) 350mg Cannabis, (OG Kush) smoked
Ten minutes ago I smoked some marijuana mixed with 5-meo-dalt. It brought me to attention, albeit I'm kind of, at least physically, wonked out. Mentally, I feel sharp. So long as I can keep a connection between my mind and my fingers, then communication will continue. Soon enough, all that remains is the sound of an echo, a decay, that never really ever stops.
3:47 AM GMT.
I had a fantastic idea, but sometime, while pondering all factors, it became a part of the chaos, with a purpose, but not of its own choosing. I accept PayPal donations, if any of you wish to support this new idea, visit
3:58 AM GMT.
I've been thinking about that, and I swear that I typed that yesterday. OK, this is a fantastic combination. My face is locked in a half-snarl half-smile, but inside I'm as cheerful as a leprechaun in the land of one million rainbows, and to think that I invented all of it. Even you.
4:09 AM GMT.
Very LSD-like right now. Sinus pressure changes, back pain, skeletal pain in general. colors...so rich the colors I want to spell them colours. They are so rich and vibrant and multi-hue-onic. Man. Oh, right before I started typing these words I took another hit from the mix. The 5-meo-dalt must be effective submilligram, coz there couldn't have been much left after the first time, but... woah. Sure enough.
4:28 AM GMT.
I came to the crushing realization, the fact upon which all other facts depend: it's a chemical love machine, and you can drive it.
4:36 AM GMT.
Or crash it if you aren't careful.... yikes! (after third hit from the mix)
4:41 AM GMT.
I've been listening to that Massive Attack Teardrop in Reverse and watching that video. I had it paused and it was morphing before my eyes, and I was able to see it all for what it is.
4:45 AM GMT.
Ahhh! Nyet! Stop clenching your jaw, damn it! My neck and back are in serious need of relaxation. If I wasn't out of Etizolam I would definitely take one right now.
WOW. The original version... I was spellbound that someone was tripping harder than me that day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s
5:24 AM GMT.
THC coming on in, as with some beers. And let me tell you. These are some of the coolest visuals, too. I can pretty much do anything, and it's just so cool.
5:58 AM GMT.
: I laugh as I swallow tasty morsels of marinated pork : I resolve to be the sheriff of this new land, and I will begin by LEAVING YOU ALONE : This new land of Abanado. :
Just Mad Genius, Is All
Put on Django (after having got the idea somewhere on Bluelight some time ago), that great 1966 western that's just bad ass. Fell asleep about halfway through. Four hours later and I'm feeling somewhat good. A little groggy. Coffee and a cap of ethylphenidate and I'll be ready for work.
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